The Heavenly Sovereign wasn't the only person who was interested in that matter. The Sword Saint had been honing himself in his house the whole time.
After knowing that the upcoming battle would end with humanity's extinction, he couldn't help but strive to get as strong as possible during the little time they had left.
The Sword Saint was standing in the middle of the field, surrounded by a few bamboo figures. His hand was already on the katana's handle while his eyes remained closed as if he was trying to concentrate.
Suddenly, his eyes opened sharply as his hand pulled the sword. The energy from the draw itself spread in all directions, cutting all the bamboo figures.
It was so sharp that the bamboo didn't feel anything. In fact, it didn't even drop as if it wasn't cut at all.
